Message With A Bottle

Most parents remember the exact date of the first step, the first word and even the first time the kid mutters “I love you.” 

I’m not like most parents. 

I’ll always remember June 10, 2012 as the day the kid dropped his first F-bomb, at the tender age of 2 years and 85 days. 

Permanent Roommate: “I’m sorry buddy, the remote isn’t working.”

Kid: “Fuck”

[Dead silence followed by muffled laughter]

Permanent Roommate: “What was that?”

Other parents will place the blame elsewhere regarding “where he learned it from” but I’ll take full responsibility on this one because that remote NEVER works. 

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